It's turkey hunting season up here in the North Country. We've got gaggles (flocks, herds, whatever we call a group) on em wandering about.

They're worse then deer, which we also have plenty of. They'll meander back and forth as you approach, trying to decide which way to go. At the last second, the leader will make a decision and they all follow. So those that may have been across the road will recross again. Occasionally they take flight, which is a joke, they have the flight ability of a large rock.

I took a direct hit from one last year while driving my truck down a road. That was one hell of an impact.